there’s a bad man in everyone // o - visitor

zamn i’m really doing this. they were really doing this. this place, valo-kas decided, like this place in general, “[color=salmon]this place fuckin’ sucks.” they whined aloud with a rosy froth dripping from the mutant’s slime-filled mouth and soaking the sand underfoot. it was gritty and hot and smelled bad, as opposed to the swamp, which was muddy and hot and smelled bad. a little moisture goes a long way.

fortunately, valo’s presence would slicken things up around here.

they hadn’t bothered to wash off the smell of swamp because mostly, they had forgotten to and by the time they remembered decided they were just too damn lazy, and hoped nobody would be too pissed. tanglewood seemed to have a way of pissing people off, and the typhoon had a way of being pissed about things.

“[color=salmon]ahoy, neighbor-mateys. come humor me or perish.” they warbled in a voice choked with gooey pink mucus.